Good Lord, How Can The Rich Bear

A Person Needs A Little Madness, Or Else They Never Dare Cut The Rope And Be Free.

Life's True Face Is The Skull.

I Collect My Tools: Sight, Smell, Touch, Taste, Hearing, Intellect. Night Has Fallen.

Everything In This World Has A Hidden Meaning, I Thought. Men, Animals, Trees, Stars, They Are All Hieroglyphics; Woe To Anyone Who Begins To Decipher Them And Guess What They Mean.... When You See Them, You Do Not Understand Them. You Think They Are Really Men, Animals, Trees, Stars. It Is Only Years Later, Too Late, That You Understand.

The Major And Almost Only Theme Of All My Work Is The Struggle Of Man With "god": The Unyielding, Inextinguishable Struggle Of The Naked Worm Called "man" Against The Terrifying Power And Darkness Of The Forces Within Him And Around Him.